In one's childhood, mom's love is that is wiped sweet, the smile like stuffed dumplings masse of glutinous rice flour served in soup of fermented glutinous rice.
小时候，妈妈的爱是那一抹抹甜甜的、酒酿汤圆一样的微笑。
My trip, mom will be busy incessantly ground uprear I.
我摔倒了，妈妈会忙不迭地扶起我。
Raise a head, can look up at mother's most beautiful smile, resemble the warm wind of wintry day, really good!
抬起头，便能仰望妈妈最美丽的笑容，像冬日的暖风，真好！
Was brought up, mom's love is that endless nag.
长大了，妈妈的爱是那无穷无尽的唠叨。
Resemble the one smooth plate that Pan Yongyuan won't stop, zhi Zhi ah ah the ground from turn early to evening.
像一盘永远不会停下的光碟，吱吱呀呀地从早转到晚。
Early morning, a “ crosses a driveway to want caution! ” resembled hitting stitch cardiac for me;
清晨，一句“过马路要小心啊！”就像为我打了一针强心剂；
“ chief body must eat more midday bit, ” resembles the caw twitter of bird;
中午“长身体一定要多吃点儿，”就像鸟儿的啼啭；
“ scarcely should catch a cold in the evening. ” is soft between the heart that stroke of soft small land of moon light composition crosses me.
晚上“一定不要感冒了。”就是柔柔的月光轻作文轻地拂过我的心间。
Mom, chatter more, in that way I can get a lot of love …… of a lot of
妈妈，多唠叨一下吧，那样我就可以得到好多好多的爱……
But, gradually I what I discover the love of —— mom gives am more, herself is more anile!
可是，渐渐地我发现——妈妈的爱给予的我越多，她自己就越衰老了呢！
Where is the beautiful hair like that black chute?
那头黑瀑布般的秀发呢？
Where is that pair of clear and attractive double eye?
那双清澈迷人的双眸呢？
Does that double blank fair-skinned be like the beautiful hand of snow?
那双白皙如雪的美手呢？
…… of the eye socket that those who replace is root root silver-colored silk, dropsy, uneven both hands
取而代之的是根根银丝、浮肿的眼窝、凹凸的双手……
Not, I do not want this!
不，这不是我想要的！
If possible word, the love that I should give me mother returns her entirely,
如果可以的话，我要将妈妈给我的爱全部还给她，
Such, mom can become young and beautiful again ……
这样，妈妈就可以再次变得年轻漂亮了……(文/雪、诺……)